They come at night through the window, whispering gibberish-nonsense
in your ear. And then in the morning , you wake to find that all of your hammers, baseball bats, sharp objects, heavy blunt objects, and even your flower pots are missing! and you all of a sudden have a deep seeded hatred
and mistrust for your friends.
That name makes me think of Randie in this story sequence. I can just see a bunch of kids trick-or-treating her apartment this coming Halloween dressed up as garden gnomes. She’ll gasp, say, “just a minute, let me get my purse” and then Wham, Wham, Wham.
stick… I vaguely remember… and so I went to You-toober.. yah…
… and I like your sequence there… except, her dark spooky stairs and hallway is a REAL Halloween fright… I doubt kids would come up on anything but a dare.
Hey–I carry a hammer with me too! You wouldn’t believe what’s in the black hole inside of my purse. It’s a walking emergency kit for things you might need someday. Woe to the man who tries to steal it–I might hit him with it!
There was an episode in my family: Mother was carrying a big heavy purse, from which she seemed able to draw anything needed. My brother asked, not expecting her to say yes, if she had a banana.
They come at night through the window, whispering gibberish-nonsense
in your ear. And then in the morning , you wake to find that all of your hammers, baseball bats, sharp objects, heavy blunt objects, and even your flower pots are missing! and you all of a sudden have a deep seeded hatred
and mistrust for your friends.
She. . . carries a hammer around with her?
Dave… Doesn’t everybody?
Squid… HA! you are familiar then…
Dave: Ever pick up a woman’s bag? Every woman carries 4 or 5 hammers with her, along with a couple of bricks!
Yat… Yes, it’s true… and a frying pan… (didn’t you see Roger Rabbit?)
Anyone remember the song, Lunatic Fringe?
That name makes me think of Randie in this story sequence. I can just see a bunch of kids trick-or-treating her apartment this coming Halloween dressed up as garden gnomes. She’ll gasp, say, “just a minute, let me get my purse” and then Wham, Wham, Wham.
Psst, Randie, don’t look, but there’s a gnome right behind you, he doesn’t look very happy, and he’s holding your hammer.
stick… I vaguely remember… and so I went to You-toober.. yah…
… and I like your sequence there… except, her dark spooky stairs and hallway is a REAL Halloween fright… I doubt kids would come up on anything but a dare.
Hey–I carry a hammer with me too! You wouldn’t believe what’s in the black hole inside of my purse. It’s a walking emergency kit for things you might need someday. Woe to the man who tries to steal it–I might hit him with it!
There was an episode in my family: Mother was carrying a big heavy purse, from which she seemed able to draw anything needed. My brother asked, not expecting her to say yes, if she had a banana.
She had a banana.
Trust me< I've seen just about everything inside of a purse.